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A glance over her shoulder to where the rest of their group was still playing games. “Yeah, so?”
He stepped closer, one sudsy hand resting on the counter right next to her hip.
And her heart began thudding.
Her thighs pressed together.
Desire pooled in her belly, gathered in her fingertips, making them shake with need.
“So, I guarantee that Rafe isn’t buying your little innocent act,” he murmured, mouth close to her throat, making her shiver.
“I know.”
Rafe did, too, which was why she’d spent several hours with him unwrapping the plastic that morning, helping while he grumbled (though hehadlaughed outright when he’d first seen it).
“So, why are you in here instead of in there terrorizing the crew?” he asked. “Plotting new shenanigans?”
Another glance over her shoulder, but they were firmly entranced in a new game that Melody had brought calledYou’ve Got Crabs.
It was fun.
But Teresa hadn’t been in the mood.
She reallywastired, after work, after her meeting, after running around and getting stuff together for tonight. But it was more than that. When Jeremy had slipped into the kitchen and begun doing the dishes, she’d followed him. Not because she was annoyed he was doing the dishes without her asking (pushy alpha male syndrome rearing its ugly head as he helped—again—without getting her permission).
But she hadn’t cared about that.
Instead, she’d followed him because of the look in his eyes.
“No,” she murmured. “No shenanigan planning.”
“Really?” he asked, damp fingers brushing hers.
“Really.” Honestly, she had no clue what she was doing in here, with this man.
Except…she didn’t feel numb when she was with Jeremy. Instead, it was a cacophony of emotions, of thoughts, of contradictions.
Get closer. Stay away.
Embrace the feelings. Run from what they’ll turn her in to.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” he whispered.
“Too much,” she whispered back.
Warmth in his eyes, his damp finger brushing her cheek. “In what way?”
Yeah, she wasn’t touching that one with a ten-foot fucking pole. “Why don’t you tell me why you took the first opportunity to get away tonight?” she asked, touching the bristles on his jaw. “What put that haunted look on your face?”
He stilled.
Shestilled.
“Was it me?” she asked. “What I said?”
That they wouldn’t be good together. That she wouldn’t ever be able to like or love a man like him. Words that she now understood came from fear, from not understanding or liking what he’d awakened in her.
Not safe.
